I have many good teachers in my life and in some way I feel bliss having met them. My recollection will start from elementary days wherein I have Muslim Gay P.E. teacher who always called me "Lalo" instead of "Laro" because he cannot pronounced letter "R" but I love him because he often made me princess in our dance but I often don't like it because I hate dancing "singkil" because normally it will hurt your feet if you made mistake. He was the only Gay Muslim Teacher I know and through him, I have learned to like Muslim and don't have much problems dealing with them because I think they are loving people.
I also like my first year adviser in highschool who cried when I decline joining search for Ms. UN because she told me that I need to represent the Philippines. That time I don't understand what is the reason why she cried but she said that she had migraine because I am very stubborn and with that she had migraine. Now, I understand truly it was painful because I have now migraine myself. But at that time, I think she's somewhat crazy because I don't have any ambition to be a beauty queen because I know I inherit the height of my grandmother "putot" but I joined the search to please her and I won that made her very happy. I realized that I build self-confidence because of that search and I discovered that I have some talents and beauty (or we just love our own country so I won). Whatever, the reason is, I love to recall that she cried because of me. No, but she cared for me.
Then, in College I cannot forgot Sir. Compay because his the first one who gave me a grade of 100 grade in my group work subject by which I am so surprised and can't believed why I got such high grade. Then, I went to his office asking him "Sir is this really my grade? he told me "yeah" and I said " but I don't think I deserve it" and he replied "I am just happy giving you that one".
When he died last December 2005, I went to his wake and can't help smiling and thanking him and I remember very well his kindness as our teacher. His one of my inspiration why I accepted my teaching job.
There are others who came across my memory like my history teacher in highschool who gave me 100 pesos on my birthday and Mam Clemen who was there by the time my father died and also other teachers in College like Mam Estrada who have commitment and passion for teaching, Mam Layug who teaches us the real life lesssons, who inspired us to be good students which unfortunately, I do not consider myself really good student because I am very relax. "Tamad mag-aral kung may exam lang" at Reyna ng extra-curricular activities sa labas ng University. Well, life is a choice and my choice at that time is to travel.
But I also met some bad teachers wherein even up to now, I can still remember their names and sometimes, I wonder how many students they victimize. The first insult I've got was from my teacher in undegrad who asked me and my classmates to write our assessment in the board and she left, the moment she came back she erased everything we had written in the board. She gets angry and told us we're idiot!. That time, I don't even understand what's the meaning of the term "assessment" later when I was teaching Social Work I encountered the word again and it's just very simple that you only need to keep asking yourself "Why?, why? why? up to your last breath and then if you have answered already then it will be your professional opinion about the case and we called it assessment. Then, I said to myself, why cant she just told us about it. Then, I made a conclusion because she's"idiot". No wonder why she was petitioned by other students and lately she was kicked out from the University.
The most recent insult I've got was from my another crazy teacher in MSW wherein during the comprehensive exam she asked me to re-do my assessment about group work case and because I was confused with her instruction I asked "Mam what is the problem in this assessment because I think that I have written here already what I am really thinking of the right theory to be used" then she gave me a response "what do you think, all your answers are right?" and because I feel confident that I know the answer because I was teaching the subject in the undergrad, I answered "Yes Mam" then she walk out. That is the reason why I get discouraged with my MSW. It's because my intention then was only to know why did I committed mistake? wherein fact in other subject much harder than her subject which are research and administration I easily pass and her subject was not that too difficult, it's even a repetition of my undergrad subject. Besides, If my answers were wrong she supposed to give me failing grades during those subjects that she handled but I always got high grades then only during the comprehensive exam that she wants me to re-do it without really reason. That I cannot easily accept, doing something without any explaination except in my mind that "it's too personal".
Well, teachers are humans too and they have the right to get angry. Even I am not excused to it when I was still teaching before, but for being angry with reason but just insult their students was very unreasonable for me.
Even if I will not finish my studies in La Salle what I like with my teachers here is that they allowed their students to ask question and discourse with them. The more questions you have in your mind, the happier they are to provide you with response. I think it is liberating education and it only shows that they are not insecure with what they know. At least they teach us "how to really think" which is first and foremost the essence of education.
The moment students stop thinking there is no reason for teachers to teach but some teachers want their students to be parrot.
Well the good news is, most students can only remember the "good" or the "bad" teacher and the rest were already forgotten which is more worse for it means that they're not significant.
But they said it's better for teacher not to recall the name of their student than a student to forget the name of his or her teacher.
Well, being a student and a teacher there is no difference, they all mean the same thing, YOU ARE NOT IMPORTANT!.
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